Anthology

SPECTATOR

he held your hand

and your eyes were shut.

shut and would 

never open again to see him.

no, not here in this lifetime.

not here in this world.

I closed my eyes and held 

the lump in my throat

as he caressed your face

one last time.

it's too painful to watch,

as the rawness of life etched itself

in my own soul.

i closed the door and rolled 

shut the blinds.

here i am an

unworthy spectator

of a love that has been

taken away too soon.

I have seen enough

to memorize this moment-

as the warmth of his wet cheek

touched your cold, blue skin

i felt his own heart die a death.

i felt the angst opened a hole

underneath his feet

to swallow him whole.
i heard everything that
was left unsaid,
his murmurings of love
and helplessness...
i noticed the trembling
of his lips,
and felt the heavy void 
that was about to come
and consume him.

his very being has changed, 

froze, numbed.

'i am not ready to say

goodbye to you'

i heard him whispher 

into your ear.

and somehow in the
 quiet silence of the room,

i hear you say-

'me too.'

by kaye